As the scars dance across the sky,
Obsidian hands peek through the linings,
Under the midnight holes,
The stars, beacons that herald this dawn,
Of an age swathed in black,
And ruled by pure terror incarnate, malefic...
We bare this emblem to note our devotion,
We lit torches at sacred tablets,
Scared by bone and sinew,
Held by the strings of cosmic muscle,
Unwavering our faith to this mass of god like tentacles.
Fire reigns down in a baleful glow,
Purging this living planar existence,
As pillars that held the world on this plateau,
Crumble and wither into dust that powers the hourglass of time.
Under the gaze of an ebony deity,
Whose languid thrusts pierces unknown dimensions,
With every breath the nausea consumes matter,
And expunges all forms of being from this universe.
We pray to the stars to redeem us,
Yet the malformed herald of cosmic consumption spews forth desires.
Black onyx spires rise from this dragon's mouth,
As it picks the wings of those who fell from the skies.
Protectors so feeble, carnate in ash
As their vacuous bodies succumb to this plasmatic terror.
This monolith, raised in darkness,
Incanted by woes that blanket this world.
And straddled by claws from beyond,
That etch their marks into our minds.
Swaying asunder the smoke that pilfers into the air.
Chants echo around the ruined mountain sides,
The words scrawled into a single fragment of rock,
Belying the ominous verdant glow that knowingly seethes it's whispers into the wind.
This monolith, raised for worship,
Hoisted in place by countless dead beings,
Feeding minions of terror unknown prophecies,
Endlessly adding to this dark perch of cosmic nightmares,
Flocks of rukhs travel untold dimensions,
With cadavers of twisted carbon mutations,
Intricately placed in runic fashion,
They serve as a holding, a base for this other worldly plinth to thrive...
When Woods Make Graves is a Black Metal band originally from Liverpool, England - now based in Huddersfield, England.
Drawing influences from Burzum, Darkspace/Paysage D'Hiver, Weakling, Wolves In the Throne Room, Fen, Darkthrone and more. Music will always be free....more
It was just time. Never suspected this material would be so intriguing as to become preference. Take a closer look at the expanded image while listening to this. Things are not what they seem: there are images within images, and concepts far reaching. After years of periodically looking into this work, only now are the contents partially revealed; hence, the purchase. Can’t imagine what all this would reveal on mushrooms; aah, but that's all in the past now. Jeff Richardson
I don't mean to be a "first albums only" elitist or anything of the sort since I didn't even discover these guys til maybe a year and change ago, but truth be told- the demo tracks are my favorites despite Deafheaven's undeniable growth and evolution into a broader sort of awesome. satangutsandchristcorpsepaint
Complete descent into the maelstrom and ascent into the darkest space known to humanity. Drums will wash over you like the wave that drowns you. Guitars rip through your bones and your soul cries out for Mary, like that Hendrix song spoke of the wind. Jono Schneider